I'm in Rishikesh at the moment (another holy city, but this one is in the foothills of the Himalayas), and it seems like everyone else has a purpose here. The other tourists (they seem to outnumber the locals) walk down the street with their yoga mats hanging off their shoulders. Some live in the cafes, smoking endless cigarettes and painting psychedelic pictures on the walls while the vibration from the trans music permeates the room.
I feel like I'm walking around this city in a bubble. I haven't found 'Indian' clothes that fit me properly - you can guess why - and so I'm still in T-shirts and jeans. Others are wearing salwar kameez (dresses with pants underneath) and other pretty tops that I'm not able to fit into. Many have been here for months meditating and doing yoga and learning the sitar. I just feel like I'm in this gorgeous place with a beautifully green river surrounded by mountains and yet I can't fully appreciate it with all these tourists. But I am one of them. Maybe I'm just jealous that they have a purpose and are fulfilling their goals. Why can I not be satisfied with my own path?
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